خَلِيلَيَّ ما في الدَّارِ مَصْحًى لِشَارِبٍ

خَلِيلَيَّ ما في الدَّارِ مَصْحًى لِشَارِبٍ

ولا في غَدٍ إِذْ كانَ ما كانَ مَشْرَبُ

ولا في غَدٍ إِذْ كانَ ما كانَ مَشْرَبُ

My two friends, there is no place in the dwelling for a drinker to sober up.

My friend, in the abode is no morning drink for one who's sober

Nor will there be a place to drink tomorrow, when what is to be has come to pass.

Nor on the morrow, if what's past is all we're left to imbibe